I looked at her face. Her mouth and face were a sticky, milky mess. So was my cock.I knelt down on the floor beside the girl. She came into my arms wi...lingly. Her arms flew around my neck and her words whispered, “Sir, that stuff tasted good. It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t too cool. Why, it was just right!”I knew she was too young for kissing a man, but I kissed her anyway. Her sex wet lips molded to mine. I kissed her several times. She kissed me, too.I pulled away and felt of the tubful of. After dressing the girls headed over to Jenn's place. When they came I was having a beer in the kitchen.First Jenn walked in wearing a pair of white shorts that had a very low waist line to them and the leg parts came down about mid thigh. If Jenn hadn't shave her pussy the pubic hair would show out the top of the shorts. That's how low there were. The material was almost translucent and I could make out the red panties she had on. The material was clingy enough to show off the lines of mons. Her eyes drifted shut in anticipation but opened again when he didn’t kiss her. His toffee-bright eyes bored into hers as he held her captive with his gaze. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me your name,” she countered. “Yield to me,” he challenged. Instead, Sienna sucked on his invading thumb, her agile tongue swirling around the tip, making his cock surge as he imagined that creative mouth of hers on him. She began to sway gently in his lap, her full breasts delicately dragging across his chest. One of them is the human battlemage, Cesar Iglessias; while the other is the High Elven Archeress, Janissa Lyssandra. The two had run into one another in a small tavern outside of the Great Sulphur Wastelands, doing some freelance work, as part of a 20-person team. They were the only ones that survived the adventure, and brought with them vast amounts of wealth, as well as a sense of bonding. They also shared a common view that the world, as vast as it is, needs a balance between good and evil,.